Not quite, we’ve got three days to go (and approximately one and a half hours until pick up time). I am ready. I have just laughed hysterically cause I am unable to book my Son’s Fizzpop after school activity online; his school was not listed. No, it’s not funny and my reaction was a combination of tiredness, extreme lethargy with the amount of stuff that school throw at you and the remnants of a hangover.
I am ticking off things as I go, school disco, tick, teacher presents bought, tick, Christmas jumper (that proved to be a challenge when I had to buy a new one at the last minute cause older boy refused to wear the one he had worn for the past two years), tick. I haven’t yet seen any letters about Christmas parties, but I have a feeling that there might be a nasty surprise lurking. I could have easily missed a letter and I’m hoping that I haven’t. I am also praying (said the atheist) for a lack of holiday projects and hoping that I can persuade both boys to write some Christmas cards for their friends this weekend. O, tomorrow we have bag packing for football and a birthday party as well, but that is all under control, or it would be if I could remember the birthday boys’ house number.
Will this job list ever end? It would seem not at the moment. I am also trying to do as much work as I can prior to Christmas and I have a growing sense of guilt that I haven’t done anything Christmassy with the boys. Other people seem to manage to go to the pantomime, schedule visits to Santa (although neither boy believes) and take part in all manner of festive frolicking. The best we have done is to line up a visit to Wembley for Boxing Day to watch Southampton play Tottenham. The boys support the opposing teams so unless the teams draw, the day is not going to end on a harmonious note. Of course in theory there is time to do more for Christmas once the boys have broken up from school, but If I get anytime in between getting through my to do list, I would quite like to do a Morrissey and spend the day in bed or at least a bit of the day. Hell, I might even manage to watch a Christmas movie with the kids, but I’d better not get carried away, I will only be disappointed. In reality, if we manage to watch a couple of youtube clips of Christmas Harry Enfield, I will be joyful and triumphant.